The night air was heavy with the quiet hum of tension as Sid and Gaine faced each other amid the fight. The moon cast a cold light over their features, making Gaine look ethereal from afar as his grey hair flowed under the sheen of the moon. But all that mattered at the moment was the clash of MANNA between the two powerful Awakened facing each other. Gaine stood tall, his green eyes locked on Sid, blue MANNA flickering around his swords like a living flame. Sid’s green eyes gleamed under the moonlight, and he gripped his blades, green MANNA seeping into the air around him, making the ground beneath him crackle. Without a word, Sid charged, his sword gleaming with jade energy as he closed the distance between him and Gaine. Gaine moved fast, blocking Sid’s strike with a sharp clash of steel. Sparks of blue and jade MANNA flew, lighting up the night as their swords collided. The force of Sid’s attack pushed Gaine back a step, but he quickly recovered, his eyes narrowing with f
“Useless!” Silas exclaimed as soon he heard the news about his baits, Sid, Vatican Sol, and Trevor.Jared Khan watched him, his eyes picking up every action. Silas Homer was acting like a man who had lost it.Not that he ever acted any better. Jared thought. Silas frowned, “I at least expected more from Sol. He should have reported back now.” Silas complaining about Vatican Sol’s subpar performance surprised the rest of his party. Jared and Edward Dennin, who walked in on the statement, shared a glance.“What's wrong? What happened to the rest?” Edward asked. Jared Khan didn't give him any response. Instead, he stood up and walked to the mini bar at the north end of the dimly lit room. A large window stood behind the small floating stall of wine.After pouring himself a whiskey, he lingered for a few minutes and took in the scenery he saw from the outside.Their house was on a hill, one of Silas's most treasured houses in the nation.‘It's a wonder how many houses he has.’ Jared Kh
“Father!" Gaine called after William Winchester, walking faster to match his father's pace, which he failed to do. “It makes no sense. Why in the world would you want to put them both in jail when they were both part of the group? I was, too, and I'm not in jail." William Winchester paid Gaine no attention; instead, he walked past him, heading towards his office.Gaine had rubbed his opinion into his ear since he got out of the car. He hijacked his father before the Titan and began pleading and begging, but William was unwilling to hear it.As they passed the front of the secretary's desk, Gaine saw his uncle and immediately ran to him.“Uncle! You have to help me.” He took hold of his uncle's hands, and Zachary Winchester allowed him. “You have to help me, uncle. Father wants to arrest Eren again.” His blue eyes gleamed under the artificial light."I'm sure you won't like that, Uncle."“It's alright, Gaine.” Zachary gave Gaine a small smile before he turned to his brother. Drowning
Eren sighed, “It's Mr Winchester, isn't it?"The guard nodded and turned sharply to join the rest of the others. As Eren walked down the hallway to the front of the dorms, thoughts of his encounter with Tiana crossed his mind, leaving him numb and spinning with a thousand emotions.Eren's pale face was hit with a gush of cold night air. The night had never seemed darker to him. His mind kept reeling from the many things that had gone wrong and the millions of mistakes he had made that had cost people's lives. At that point, he began to doubt whether it was all worth it. Will mom approve of me? He thought about Tiana again. She didn't approve of him, which made him think deeply about his actions.Eren was jerked back to the brightness of the night by the guard that held him when he stopped moving. “Ugh." He groaned and continued to move. The Academy grounds were heavily pitted, and lanterns and artificial lights were in almost every corner.The whole thing was blinding to Eren,
“He's not healing fast enough! Something must be wrong!" Eren could hear someone exclaim.Even though he’d blackened out, it seemed as though he was half awake. As though he was in sleep mode.He was not fully conscious, so that he couldn't feel his pain as much anymore, just discomfort here and there.He recognized the voice as belonging to Zachary; why would he be that worried about me? Eren thought. His attention suddenly got drawn to the smoothness of his thoughts. He had no blockade and was thinking without any hitch.All of his previous spinning emotions seemed to have calmed. Eren tried to sigh in relief, but then he realized he couldn't. He became more conscious the moment he started breathing in through the oxygen given to him. He was more conscious of the things around him. He realized that he was being pushed through a hallway. White walls, pungent chemical smells. Hospital. He concluded and looked up to see the blinding bright lights.The people pushing him didn't no
The floors were damp, and the smell of the cell prison made William's skin crawl as he trudged through the quiet prison floor. The wall was stained with molding cement. The ground was broken in different places, and any bare skin that touched its surface was at risk of being torn.One could do nothing from within the cells. The metal bars holding the walls of each room together didn't allow noise from within to come out unless programmed to. “Brief me," William said to the prison guard who walked two steps behind him, his head bent low. William ignored his apparent timidity and repeated, “Brief me."The man lifted his face sharply as though to ask, me?“Yes, you.” William suppressed the urge to give him an irritated look. He never liked it when people were timid; they usually had no grit to scale through life.“His name is Kade. No last name provided." The prison guard said in a sharp tone. William raised one brow in pleasant surprise. “He worked at a mine for five years until he we
Drake sat opposite the large window in his Academy dorm room, his hands intertwined behind his head as he rocked the wooden dorm chair. Sighing for the fourth time in a minute, he brushed one hand through his hair, the dirty blonde shining a hue of gold as the morning sun streamed into his room when the clouds cleared off it.“Ugh," He groaned, his hands sliding down his face, muffling his voice. This is sweet hell, he thought and stood up abruptly, causing the chair to tip back and almost fall. Drake swiftly held it back and positioned it to face his desk, the chair frame now facing away from the window.Drake stood up to check the window. The glass was completely transparent, giving him a clear view of what was going on on the ground floor. It was bustling with activities. Drake perceived it as preparations for Silas Homer’s suspected plan to destroy the major clan leaders and senators all at once during the nation's leaders' summit, which was a few days away.He used animal he
On the night before the summit, the Academy held its breath in dread and anxiety. Despite the preparations that had been made, the question of the uncertainty of what could happen still lingered in the air.The Helm of Tyrants was the most feared trinket in the Academy, so it was kept safe in the Academy Head’s office, the safest place on the Academy grounds, second only to the Academy vault. The uncertainty of the next day kept William in the middle of his office by 8 p.m., pacing a hole in the ground.William walked to the northern end of his office, where the transparent glass wall was, and looked out of the window; the north side of the Academy was completely open to him. Thoughts of what could happen the next day filled his mind. He thought of thousands of scenarios in which they won and a million in which they lost. His father had spoken to Zachary and him since they were teenagers about the Helm of Tyrants and its great power. In the wrong hands, the world as they know it